When my hubby makes bread,

It’s like an alien invasion.

It’s like the film ‘the blob’

Expanding

Contracting,

Overflowing.

The flour is everywhere,

Brown and white

Two packets of yeast,

Half on the floor.

The biggest pan,

The hottest oven.

Rising up to the ceiling,

Growing  like a balloon.

Cooked

Nice with marmalade.

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